I leave government spies and murderers wrapped in plastic like Dominican furniture I put the iron in you, like the center of Earth's curvature And make your block turn into the, border of Serbia My flow's dirtier than juiced-up players in baseball And beat you in the head like a sock with an 8-ball You got Stockholm Syndrome, and that's why I hate y'all Cause you be biggin up the industry while they rape y'all

[Poison Pen] Yeah, I spaz out (spaz out) and beat the shit out niggaz You fag out (fag out) and beat the jizz out niggaz Gloves (check) ski mask (check) duct tape (check) Get a ducat and lost and recovered and break neck Bed-Stuy, BestBuy, clique and rush the {?} Rip up the pavement, throw the whole block on you Pop up, you gotta get it Like Ricky in "Boyz N the Hood," stoppin to scratch a lotto ticket

[Swave Sevah] Yo, I feel the sudden surge given me the urge to speak (yo what up?) Scream somethin that's absurd and disturb the peace (fuck y'all!) Quick to throw a hot verse to beats You see the music I'm a prisoner, hip-hop is my work release I'm not the same Swave you knew, I'm a whole new person More assertive and aggressive, my attitude worsened I raise hell on this earth Your rap is over, you Casanova's gon' end up like Gerald Levert, bitch!

[Chorus: Immortal Technique, Poison Pen, Swave Sevah] [I.T.] Stronghold tighten the grip, on the underground [P.P.] I fight back-to-back holdin my brothers down [S.S.] You done started, with the wrong motherfucker now [I.T.] Married to the cause and we loyal, we don't fuck around [P.P.] Stronghold overthrow the whole fuckin underground [I.T.] Secretly run, by commercial motherfuckers now [S.S.] So while you little step-and-fetch niggaz run around [all] Controlled demolition, we bringin the structure down!

[Immortal Technique] Immortal Technique nigga, I'm the type to flip Cause me and my dogs fight to the death like Michael Vick's And I don't hit women so I'm not gonna mangle your wiz A prostitute with an AIDS race'll handle the biz

[Poison Pen] Hit the block with a pen and glock, a ox and rocks, a devil spray If that's a K, play yo' punk-ass infected with leprosy Leave you half-murdered beyond, recognition beat and indecent Leave you with your plastic surgeon for a remix

[Swave Sevah] Yo, aiyyo I'm hard-bodied with it And these scars, contusions, concussions, fractures and pains you suffer from; I probably did it You ain't worth spit, I put a hit out on your mother Then fuck up you and your four brothers

[Immortal Technique] You play Scarface when a microphone's in the room But you more like Pacino in "Dog Day Afternoon"

[Swave Sevah] Yo, this dude is truly a joke That stuff got you feelin tough, must be sniffin +Peruvian Coke+

[I.T.] We spit Cold War syndrome, it shatters the bones [P.P.] Spray my dependance on your bitch face when it splatters you on [S.S.] Thrown in submission holds and choked 'til you tap out [I.T.] And shut down your party like Whitney Houston's crackhouse [P.P.] Stronghold, live and direct up in your set [S.S.] The habitual line steppers - Swave, Pen and Tech